Jesus, it’s the cage decor all over again.
Things that should repulse and enrage me are making me warm and fuzzy inside, and it’spsychotic.
I feel like he’s turning me into a deranged fucking weirdo.
“Diablo…” I gulp, shaking my head. “You’re being crazy.”
His brow cocks. “Uh-huh.”
“Please…” I attempt to compose myself, pulling anAT&T customer servicevoice out of my ass. “I’m going to insist that you remove these body parts from my room immediately. They smell like shit.”
He blinks, appearing a bit taken aback. As if he thought I was going to keep fighting him on this. His lips part, then they snap shut, and he clears his throat.
“Okay. Can do,” he rumbles.
“Good,” I breathe. “Thank you.”
“I’m, um… sorry.” It comes out like a question, and I all but melt into a pathetic puddle of delinquent slut juice.
Ugh, what is wrong with me? Why do I find it so cute when he does thisdemon attempting to behave like a personthing??
“I’m really tired,” I hum. “If you’ll recall, this whole fight started because I wanted you to spend the night… But if you’re gonna keep throwing body parts at me, then feel free to sleep in your own bed.”
A fully adorable growling giggle comes out of him, and I’m all but twirling my hair and batting my lashes.
Please, don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface. I wanna be in the sequel!
“Well, maybe I can… stay,” he mumbles. “Just this time.”
A swarm of deranged butterflies awaken in my gut, and I want to punch them all to death, or swallow a can of Raid, or something.
Although… my reacting with patience, treating him like a child throwing a temper tantrum,didend up tipping that argument in my favor.Good to know.
That’ll be helpful for whatever future we might potentially maybe possibly someday have…
“Sure…” I reach up, brushing my fingers through his hair. “What are you gonna do with the… desecrated human remains?”
I bite my lip to hold back the grin, because it’s completely inappropriate.
Those are someone’s children… Dios perdóname.
But Ivory obviously isn’t affected by such things, because he snickers. “I’ll go throw them off the embankment behind the house.”
I sigh. “Fine.”
Leaning in, he ghosts his lips over mine. Deliberately keeping his hands at his sides, which has me grinning as I meet him in the middle. And we kiss, softly and sans biohazard fingers, drawing a hum from within his chest.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” he purrs on my mouth.
“Please wash your hands,” I whisper, and he chuckles. “And throw those pants away. Just toss the whole outfit, actually. It’s severely contaminated.”
“I didn’t take you for a germaphobe, baby bird.” He smirks.
“Uh, I’mnot.” I give him a look, and he cackles.
Ivory spins away, collecting the head, and the fingers, and the eye, leaving to throw them away, smiling all the while. Like heissmitten, despite how much he keeps fighting it. And I can’t stop shaking my head, and biting my lip… Because I think it’sabundantlyclear that I am too.
Was that a villain’s love declaration… or have I just been trapped in this cage forwaytoo long?
